Print #22: Autumn Tree Color Feast

The colors of these autumn trees are certainly a prime example of the miracle of nature. They are a feast for the eye; , spreading their branches like the wings of a rare bird. The darkness of the pond set against these vibrant trees creates a sense of magic. In the background, the fog covering the tops of the green canopy adds to the mystery of this autumn color feast.

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Inspirational Quotes About Autumn

Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
Emily Bronte

Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,
Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.
Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing
With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.
William Cullen Bryant
The Third of November.

Inspirational Poems

Ode - Autumn

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;--
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
By Thomas Hood

Growth of a Tree
By Meish Goldish

I'm a little maple, oh so small,
In years ahead, I'll grow so tall!
With a lot of water, sun, and air,
I will soon be way up there!

Deep inside the soil my roots are found,
Drinking the water underground.
Water from the roots my trunk receives,
Then my trunk starts making leaves.

As I start to climb in altitude,
Leaves on my branches will make food.
Soon my trunk and branches will grow wide,
And I'll grow more bark outside!

I will be a maple very tall,
Losing my leaves when it is fall.
But when it is spring, new leaves will show.
How do trees grow? Now you know!

On The Road

The moon gleams silver
On the road, on the road,
Moist breasts of earth
Are bluish in the light

From the blue moon night.

The naked earth that lies before me
With pond of water and flower beds
In middle of August of matured trees
And before, autumn of color bleeds

In the blue moon night.

The wind in trees whispers soft and slow
Of dark night shadows, dark night shadows,
It comes with whisper and then it goes
But the moon still from distance glows

In the blue moon night
On the road, on the road.

(In memory of Federico García Lorca - 1898-1936)

Peter S. Quinn